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“They talk to her!” the man half shouts. “Sorry, sir. I’m just saying she’s friendly and people keep talking to her. Probably because it’s clear she’s not from here.” He’s right. She isn’t from here. It is so fucking clear with one glance at her. I’m not sure she’s from this planet, to be honest. I’ve met people from all over the world and never has anyone come close to her before. She is something altogether different. A rare creature that needs to be protected. My mind is in overdrive now. I am not going to survive my sweet Delilah.
My jaw tightens. I’m sure those fucks around here are trying to snag her attention. Trying to get one of those deep laughs from her that sends her red hair falling back and reveals her dimple. I bet they are watching her tits bounce with the action. I guarantee they are having dirty thoughts about her mouth. I know for a fact that male employees will have these thoughts because I can’t stop having them myself.
“Where is she now?” I ask. I got her a new phone first thing this morning but the share the location shit isn’t cutting it. It only tells me she’s in the building. I didn’t need an app to know that shit. Like right now I have no idea which floor she’s on. My only salvation is that Vinnie knows. I won’t be forgetting his name. He and I are going to be spending a decent amount of time on the phone with one another.
“Twenty-second floor,” he says instantly. Probably knowing it was what I was going to ask.
The twenty-second floor is legal. There is a giant firm that takes up the whole floor. It is full of men who are cocky and like to swing their dicks. I’ve used the firm myself but I never thought about the staff before now. I immediately hate the twenty-second floor. If Delilah is going to stay, next year I won’t be renewing the lease. It makes me feel better that I have a solution to that problem. The idea of staying in the city doesn’t sit well with me either, though. I want her out of here. I’ve been toying with the idea of leaving myself, but now I’m not sure I’ll ever get to. She looks determined to stay.
I ignore my assistant as I head out of my office and onto the elevator. When the doors open moments later, I step out, scanning the room to find Delilah. I see her little mail cart outside of one of the offices. When I get to the door I realize there are two men inside the office space. One is sitting behind the desk and one is sitting in one of the seats directly in front of it. Delilah stands on the side of the desk with the recipients’ mail still in her hand. My eyes lock on the asshole facing me. He keeps staring at her perfect tits. All of their eyes swing to me.
“Drake, what are you doing up here?” Delilah asks.
“I came to get you for lunch.” It’s the only reasonable thought I can come up with in this moment. She looks at me suspiciously.
“It’s only a little after ten, Drake. I’ve only been working for an hour and a half. It can’t possibly be lunchtime so soon.” She lifts her eyebrow at me in challenge. She thinks she’s won this little battle, but she’s wrong.
“Since I own the company and as a matter of fact this entire building, I think it’s lunch when I say it is.” That should give those office workers something to think about. I’ll be the only one swinging my dick around Delilah. I immediately see the flash of anger on her face and know I’ve made a mistake. She drops the mail on the desk and tells the two assholes to have a nice day. She smiles the biggest fucking smile at them that I’ve ever seen and I know she’s doing it on purpose. She walks past me out the office door and back into the hallway. She goes to her mail cart and proceeds to the next office. I’m hot on her heels.
“Are you ignoring me again?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Are you done being a dick and embarrassing me on my first day of work? I’m not hungry. I have a meeting in the mailroom in fifteen minutes that I don’t plan to miss,” she hisses at me.
“I was jealous.” It’s my only defense and the truth.
Her eyes soften a bit at my admission. She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“You have to let me do this. It’s important to me,” she pleads with me.
I take a deep breath and tell her to come to my office at her actual lunchtime, then I walk away and get back onto the elevator. I’m still evicting those bastards at the end of their lease.
